The grey heart hits different out here. It is not love, it is not hate, it is the exact color of the sky during a spring windstorm when the dirt from three counties over relocates into your teeth. It is the emotional equivalent of shrugging while eating a breakfast burrito at 7am because what else are you going to do, leave?
You stay for the green chile. You stay for sunsets that look photoshopped. You tolerate the tumbleweeds, the pothole situation, the fact that every road trip is four hours of beautiful nothing, and the tourists who come looking for aliens and leave disappointed that we are normal. Grey heart energy: committed, unbothered, slightly dusty. Red or green? Yes. Love it or hate it? Also yes.
Cut from soft, substantial fabric that holds its shape through desert mornings and surprisingly cold nights. Breathable enough for a sun that absolutely does not negotiate, cozy enough for when the temperature drops forty degrees because the sun clocked out early.
